Chels's Bridals

 

 

 

 

Sentiments

I was talking to Morgan the other day about what profound saying I want to have hanging over the door at our new house. After much meditation and prayer, I thought I came up with the most perfect thing:

Dreams Really Do Come True.

I ran it by Morgan and he gives me this long drawn-out eye roll. I start stammering, "You know, about our house. It's about our house." And he goes, "Oh I have a better one for that."

It's About Damn Time.

He's so romantic.

Bras

I was in the little girls' section at Wal-Mart the other day when I saw this cute little bra with the cutest little brand name: Sweet Nothings.

Then I saw it was my size.

Jerks.

Overheard in the ER

"Geez!! What happened to HIM? Did he fall off his motorcycle??"
--pre-teen boy referring to another pre-teen boy who was being wheeled in in a wheelchair looking quite in pain with blood coming out his neck and visibly bruising deeper by the minute.

Mom of boy: "Oh, no, I would NEVER let him ride a motorcycle. He got bucked off his bull."

That's how you know what part of the country in which you live.

Which of These Things Did I Do in the Last 72 Hours?

A. Visit a farm with shetland donkeys.
B. Get food poisoning at Gandolfo's.
C. Drive all over the Wasatch Front looking for a motel that's not full due to graduations.
D. Swim.
E. Pick up a truckload of furniture from a bunch of jerks at a warehouse.
F. Go to a funeral.
G. Stain a door.
H. Learn a new card game.


Answer: all of the above.
Isn't that all just random stuff? Weird.
What was the weirdest thing you did this week?

To Go or Not To Go...

Allrighty this really dates me but my 10 year class reunion time has come. This brings much anxiety for me for some strange reason. I loved high school. Maybe more than some. I was really sad to leave and realize I wouldn't see those people everday, some maybe ever again. Ten years has obviously been so eye-opening to the high school experience. When I look at high school students now I kinda laugh at the mind-set one has while there. You think you know everyone; you think you know everything and don't want to find out any different. The world revolves around you and your circle of friends--forget family. (Am I alone in this?) Everything was a big deal--wearing the *gasp* same dress as someone else to a dance, albeit that would be embaressing but the end of the world? Probably not. Or worse, not getting asked to a dance!

So although I look back on my high school days with affection, I DO NOT in any way wish I could go back or be dating or be carefree ever again.

Here's the part that brings me the most anxiety:
I don't remember specifics about a lot of things. My mind, maybe thankfully, sort of glosses over things a lot, I think. My concern is, and being back in my hometown I think about this a lot: Was I a nice person? Was I mean to anyone? I'm sure I was at times. Do I want to go and look people in the eye who I may have offended? I absolutely would if I remembered something to apologize for but what if they remember something I don't? Anyone who reads this: if I ever offended you in high school, or if I ever have, please know I either didn't mean to or I was an idiot.

This is one of the things I wish to instill in my children: a love and appreciation for all personalities and to be nice to everyone. You truly never know how your paths may cross again and it would be awful to be ashamed of the way you acted.

So! Begin the discussion: If you went to school with me, are you coming to the reunion? If your reunion has come and gone, did you go? Why or why not? And if your is coming up, are you going??

**Sigh**

I'm grateful to live here.
I'm grateful to live here.
I'm grateful to live here...

Wedding Regrets?

My cute neice Chelsie is getting married (REALLY SOON!) to this cute boy Justin.

I already mentioned them a while ago and how fun I find it to be around googly-eyed-in-love people. Makes me feel nostalgic and remember our own wedding as well as appreciate what I've got!

So I wanted to ask the question: what advice would you give newlyweds? (Not that newlyweds ever want advice, but if they did...) and what regrets do you have about your wedding or reception? (Let's keep it googly-eyed, here, people.)

Here's my easiest one: I would've kept the reception line to parents and us. That's it. I only ever talk to one of my bridesmaids (my maid of honor). The other two, I love them still but we don't really talk. It would've saved a little money and no one going through the line ever cares to learn, "This is my roommate, this is my roommate, this is my friend..." I can see maybe having siblings but that is it. Anyway, that is one of the pieces of advice I always give people that no one wants. What do you think?

#2: I think maybe short and sweet engagements would be best. We fought a lot during ours; it's not a time I look back on with great affection; it was 6 months long. We hardly ever fight now, I don't know what was up with the engagement period. Stress? (How is being engaged more stressful than being the parents of demanding children and owning homes and paying bills??)

#3: My most painful one to discuss even now, nearly 10 years later: not speaking up and getting the photographer I wanted and as a result not having any professional pictures taken at our wedding. (I guess there are two in there. Not speaking up applies to a few other decisions we made.) Pictures have always been so important to me and I have precious few of the one day you get to dress up together and be the star of the show. The ones I have, however are priceless.

What about you?

Mom of the Year

Here's a little story on why I might not win the Mom of the Year Award.

The other day I lost Cydnie. Twice.

First I was setting up purses at my booth inside a big convention center when she was just all the sudden gone. I mean I was really starting to get nervous searching for her; I thought if she had wandered off in the wrong direction she wouldn't be able to find her way back. Just as I was about to cry, I decided to walk out to the car. There she was. Hangin' out in the car. She got a nice lecture.

Not twenty minutes later we were at my house pricing purses I had just picked up from UPS. I let her play outside and ride her bike. After a little while she came in the house crying. I said, "What's the matter?" She said, "I falled on my bike.... and a boy is chasing me." Uhhh... huh?? Just then the door bell rang. I answer it and this boy is saying she was really really far from our house and he was talking to her trying to help her find her mom and she ran away and came home. His dad was with him and don't worry, he had already called the cops. So a patrol car pulled up in front of my parents' house. Wow, this day is really shaping up to be super. Anyway, the man said he was just making sure this in fact was her house and that we knew where she was. "Okay, well, thank you. And thank YOU, officer."

**Sigh.**

She got the lecture of her LIFE.

I actually ended up telling her about strangers and how some people who might try to talk to you or CHASE you might want to hurt you, not help you. I know she's only two but when the opportunity arises, right?!

Side note in my defense:
There is an empty parking lot next door to my house. The far corner of it looks kinda far away from anywhere so when someone sees her over there, they assume she is really far from wherever she must live. But it's not very far. And everytime I bring this up to Cyd about how those nice people thought she was lost she interupts me, "BUT I WASN'T LOST!!" To which I respond, "I know, but just don't go that far anymore!!!" To which her defiant little attitude responds, "I like to dough faw away."

**Sigh again.**

While Mom Was Away

You might wonder, "What do her children do while their mother goes to business fairs for two days straight?" I know I was wondering.

And not quite expecting this....

 

 

 

 

Good one, Dad.

Staircase & Tub

 

 

 

I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here

"The swimming pool is down the stairs."

"Inside the house? Oh boy!!"

Yup. I guess our trials of house building are coming a little closer to the end than some.

Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

Monday: Morgan has the day off and we plan to spend the entire day putting stone on the exterior of the house. Problem: for some reason right about lunch time (right when I get there, as always) the stones keep falling off. As you can imagine, this is quite frustrating for him. In an effort to express his anger, he kicks a board. The board is leaning against the solid concrete foundation. By 4:00 he can barely walk. We leave the house and head to the ER to see if it's broken. It's not. That's the best news we'll get for days.

Tuesday: Carpet Guy calls and says carpet is on backorder. This is not the bad news for the day. We stay home ALL DAY playing around town and being together as a family as Morgan has taken the day off work due to his foot injury. We went to McDonald's with the girls and had ice cream cones and just had a really fun lazy day. Should've known we'd have to pay for taking a day off. (And there was guilt involved, don't get me wrong. Morgan made the comment, "It's kinda funny that our house is a ticking time bomb and here we sit.") When it comes time for Morgan to do the night check out at the plant, we all pile in the truck and head to the house to look to see if the rock is still up. Kind of as a joke but who knows, really. I say, "Why don't you run in and measure the shower opening so I can go talk to someone about ordering a door for it?" He runs in while we wait in the truck. Then panic is on his face and he's waving me out of the truck. We had left the hose on the day before. There was a tarp in the window well preventing any drainage and there was A LOT of water against the window and flowing into the house.

Since this story is already long and boring, let's just say we spent the evening differently than we had planned. And we'll also so how blessed we feel that we went in when we did, that it wasn't worse than it was, and that it didn't happen a few weeks from now when we will have had $2,000 worth of carpet + furniture in there. We feel very very blessed.

Want a Free Enema?

This weekend was the Home and Garden show at the Western Park. I actually had a ball being there. I had a helper so I was able to leave and take care of the kids and I had a special friend watch my kids for a few hours on Friday.

I was lucky enough to be next to the Uintah Care Center booth. I've met these girls before; one of them had a purse party a while back and I enjoyed them very much then, too. But these gals kept me laughing the whole time. The first day, they were having people guess how many bandaids were in the catheter bag--if you win you got to keep the catheter bag, too! They also had a game of golf. If you got a hole in one they would give you a free enema kit. Day two: they were having people register for a free night's stay at the care center. It was hilarious to watch people's faces as they had just walked by 5 booths asking them to register for a free weekend or whatever at some resort. The look on their faces as it dawned on them what they were saying. Most people thought it was hilarious.

The thing that really struck me, though, is their job is a tough one. There is no way I have the stomach to do what they do. They are so wonderful to their patients; I know because one of them was my grandma and another was my great aunt. Both of the ladies at the booth have specific memories of my loved ones and that means so much to me. They believe in the importance of their work and they are able to keep their sense of humor about them. I have no doubt they bring much joy to the lives of those people in the care center and I have so much respect for people who can do those tough jobs.

Thank you girls for teaching me a valuable lesson about love, life and laughing along the way. I hope to be next to you every year!!

Morgan's funny.

Okay I was going to really post about how I had a great couple of last days and how much fun we had but then I got busy reading everyone elses' blogs and now I have to leave. But after I read Mandy's blog about her husband I had to leave you one little thought Morgan said the other night. (Oh and I'm not allowed to write anything he says on here so SSHHHH!)

While watching Whose Line is it Anyway w/ a guest star contortionist. (sp?)

"Wow, that lady could fart in her own face."

How profound.

My Parents' 50th Party

Make a slideshow - it's easy!

It was great and I'm happy it's over. :)